The clerk working in the bank
Itching his legs under the desk and getting up to go the bathroom
For the third time this hour.
He walks home after work.
It has been raining and water pools on the footpath
And drips from the shop awnings.
At home, he stands in his kitchen and heats up
A packet of noodles.
Outside it begins to rain again and his little window mists over.
The water boils in the saucepan slowly,
Like a bath.
He has talked his neighbour into going out with him.
She is a small woman, with a friendly smile.
He meets her at her front door,
She is wearing a blue dress with blue buttons
He is wearing a brown polo shirt.
He takes her to the movies.
Afterwards, they walk along the pier
And eat spiralised potatoes.
She tells him about her last boyfriend,
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